Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Walt Whitman Poems

1. Song Of Myself, VII 10/9/2015
2. Song Of Myself, VIII 10/9/2015
3. Song Of Myself, IX 10/9/2015
4. Song Of Myself, XII 10/9/2015
5. Song Of Myself, XIII 10/9/2015
6. Song Of Myself, XIV 10/9/2015
7. Song Of Myself, XV 10/9/2015
8. Song Of Myself, XVI 10/9/2015
9. Song Of Myself, XVII 10/9/2015
10. Song Of Myself, XVIII 10/9/2015
11. Song Of Myself, XIX 10/9/2015
12. Song Of Myself, XX 10/9/2015
13. Song Of Myself, XXI 10/9/2015
14. Song Of Myself, XXII 10/9/2015
15. Song Of Myself, XXIII 10/9/2015
16. Song Of Myself, XXIV 10/9/2015
17. Song Of Myself, XXV 10/9/2015
18. Song Of Myself, XXVI 10/9/2015
19. Song Of Myself, XXVII 10/9/2015
20. Song Of Myself, XXVIII 10/9/2015
21. Song Of Myself, XXIX 10/9/2015
22. Song Of Myself, XXX 10/9/2015
23. Song Of Myself, XXXI 10/12/2015
24. Song Of Myself, XXXII 10/12/2015
25. Song Of Myself, XXXIII 10/12/2015
26. Song Of Myself, XXXIV 10/20/2015
27. Song Of Myself, XXXV 10/20/2015
28. Song Of Myself, XXXVI 10/20/2015
29. Song Of Myself, XXXVII 10/20/2015
30. Song Of Myself, XXXVIII 10/20/2015
31. Song Of Myself, XXXIX 10/20/2015
32. Song Of Myself, XL 10/20/2015
33. Song Of Myself, XLI 10/20/2015
34. Song Of Myself, XLII 10/20/2015
35. Song Of Myself, XLIII 10/20/2015
36. Song Of Myself, XLIV 10/20/2015
37. Song Of Myself, XLV 10/20/2015
38. Song Of Myself, XLVI 10/21/2015
39. Song Of Myself, XLVII 10/21/2015
40. Song Of Myself, XLVIII 10/21/2015

Comments about Walt Whitman

  • Prabir Gayen Prabir Gayen (12/14/2018 1:08:00 AM)

    So talented poet of the earth.....! ! ! ! !

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  • ikeda masako (12/9/2018 11:17:00 PM)

    Clear, youth.
    With Sun
    I am sad like that.
    Emotions are pleasing
    I have a red lips.
    She seems to be mean
    I will be a friend
    But the night comes soon.
    That person is ahead in time
    Writing this self poem in French, and then translating it into Japanese was rich.

  • Michael Walker Michael Walker (11/26/2018 5:10:00 PM)

    I really like 'Leaves of Grass', particularly 'Song of Myself'. The poems are in long, free lines, with a rhythm
    that keeps you reading. Whitman was like no other poet I had read before 2012. Many of his poems are very long in many stanzas-so much the better for a genuine reader.

  • jack mehoff (11/19/2018 10:15:00 AM)

    why does he keep making up words

  • Deez Nuts (11/8/2018 12:22:00 PM)

    so many words man this is ridiculous

  • billy mog (7/1/2018 10:27:00 PM)

    hi I believe that the poem o captain my captain is about me because I am the captain of my toy ship that I play with in the bath that's what my mum says.

  • Mary Brown (7/1/2018 10:24:00 PM)

    hi guys,
    I was just wondering why ya'll are hating on my comments like if I think someone is hot I'm aloud to say so I have rights too.

    regards Mary

  • lemonlover229 (7/1/2018 10:16:00 PM)

    lemons are awesome #lemonlover

  • Mary Brown (6/18/2018 12:13:00 AM)

    Walt is such a great poet, I love him. he is quite hot.

  • mr popinical (6/18/2018 12:10:00 AM)

    you kids you better stop being disrespectful to the this poet, he is my greatest inspiration. YAAAHHH


Best Poem of Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain!

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ...

Read the full of O Captain! My Captain!

To A Historian

YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life
that has exhibited itself;
Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
rulers and priests;
I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself,
in his own rights,
Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the

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